The air was filled with black smoke, swirling up into the sky like a pack of smoke.
Magma bubbled non-stop. One could see that apart from desolation, there was only loneliness.
Ling Yue and Bai Yue exchanged a look, and they noticed the worry in each other's eyes.
The former moved his feet and threw a large rock into the magma. In an instant, the rock melted, leaving only a wisp of green smoke floating in the air. He let out a long sigh, "Let's go. So much time has passed. Brother Yu... I'm afraid that something bad has happened."
The girl's eyes reddened, and the corners of her mouth pursed. She did not say anything.
Although she had not known Ou Yangming for long, she had been convinced by Ou Yangming's talent and charisma.
Not long after, the 2 of them walked down the mountain one after the other.
In the face of a natural disaster, even a cultivator looked so small. If one did not become a Venerable One, they would still be an ant.
